Marrow

forgotten foreign tears

drop after drop

slit down the middle

gutted to the core as cod from the fish market

horrible stench of rotting flesh

falling off the bones

bloody innards spilling onto the table

suck out the marrow

all I’ve wanted

stopped my dreaming

too numbed for pained words

4,000 miles from

where I’ve been and back

only to boomerang once again

let me drown…drain the marrow

in my bones…

in my soul…

 

(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson

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